A Crime Scene

Retirement is going swimmingly, so far. I am trying to learn to sleep later. So far I am up to 3:45am from 3:25am. I know, baby steps.

We had a funeral to go to this morning, a very close friend died, just fourteen days short of turning 100. For some unknown reason, I decided that it would be the perfect time to paint my toenails, (yeah right). I was applying the first coat of color, a reddish orange, and was trying to make a small correction on my little toe when I felt something wet on my foot and hand. I looked down and had poured paint polish on my foot, my hand, the bench at the end of the bed and the newspaper I had covered the bench with. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom leaving “bloody” footprints in my wake. They look really good on the white bathroom rug. Good tip, there is no amount of polish remover you can use to remove the polish from the white rug or the multi-color bedroom rug for that matter.

It truly looks like bloody footsteps running from the bedroom.

At this rate, I may have to go back to work to pay for everything I break.